Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.